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I will tell you
as it was told to me...

as told by the elders
to my Grandfather.

When a young person was
seeking his way...

looking for answers to guide him
along the Good Red Road of Life...

the elders took him up
to the mountain...

and put him up for four days
and four nights.

No food, no water.

Just his buffalo robe and the
canunpa, the sacred pipe...

and his self.

Be quiet!

This was called the hanbieceya:

to seek for a vision...

a dream to show him the way.

Is your name No Ears?

I am Eagle Boy.

Who speaks to me?

The Spirits?

There are other mountains
you could have picked. Why here?

All night long we have to hear
you singing, crying...

talking to yourself.
What are you, crazy?

- I come seeking a vision.
- "I come seeking a vision".

You are not worthy of a vision,
Eagle Boy.

You will not give up this quest.
You are a warrior.

- What happened, Grandpa?
- Did he get eaten?

- Did he get eaten?
- Eagle Boy!

- I don't remember now.
- Grandpa!

It was told to me so long,
long ago by my Grandpa.

Who heard it from Black Elk.
Who heard it from his great-grandpa.

Who heard it from the
storytelling stone himself.

Bear Butte must've eaten him.
I know it.

Well, he knew he had to go through
many tests to find his vision.

So he began to sing, to call on
the helping spirits.

And then...

You better get my money, boy.

I will tell you what happened
another day.

Sometimes the stories come,
sometimes they go.

Just like that one over there.

- What happened to you?
- Nothing.

Looks like something. Something to
do with that Mae Little Wounded?

Mom!

You know, if you want
to win her heart...

you give her the end of the bread.

- Give her the end of a loaf of bread?
- Old Lakota woman secret.

She'll think I'm psycho.
Can I borrow some cash?

Yeah, there's a million dollars in
casino money underneath my dresser.

- Just leave me a few thousand.
- Whatever.

What's this? Fight?

- I fell off a horse.
- You never been on a horse...

to fall off of a horse.

- Listen. I need to talk to you, Shane.
- Why?

It's about Grandpa.
He's getting old.

He's been talking about,
you know, taking the journey.

He's been talking about taking
that journey for a long time.

He's almost eighty-seven.

He told Eddy Two Bulls
he was a hundred and two.

He told this white lady looking for
an Indian name that he was 49.

I'll be home later.

I know Grandpa, Shane.
This is going to be his last Powwow.

He wants to go to New Mexico
to the All Nations.

- Why?
- He's a storyteller.

One of the last old ones.
People need him.

Can't he just send an email? He's
too old to go six hundred miles.

But you're old enough to drive.

- Why me?
- Because he don't want no one else.

He wants you, Shane. He wants
you to get him to the Powwow.

- I can't.
- Can't?

- I got things to do.
- Like what?

Summer on the rez. What are you
going to do, get in trouble?

Volunteer work, community service.

Help my mother pick chokecherries.
Anything but that.

Get me to the Powwow.

I'll give you my best pony,
1966 V-8 Special.

It's name is Many Miles With
No Muffler. But it runs fine.

I can't keep this, Shane.

Why not?

Yeah, I guess you got a point.
Why not?

Damn, Mae, I have to ask
you something.

What do you want to ask me?

I want to ask you, you know...

if I could have that back.

I pawned a boom box up
in Scenic to get that.

I owe Victor's Bloods money
for some smoke.

They were gonna kill me.
So I took the boom box up to pawn.

And that's when I seen it, the ring...

- Give it back at the end of the summer.
- Is that you? What did I tell you?

What's going on, Shane?

- Victor wants his maza-ska.
- Look, you'll get your money.

- You're damn right...
- The boom box weren't mine neither.

I need to pawn the ring back,
just for a few days.

- I thought Indian Giver's just a myth.
- It is.

Then I'll keep it till you talk to the
Old Man about going out with me.

- What's going on out there?
- Shane, where's the box, Bro?

First you owe Victor money,
now you took his tunes!

- I told you I'd get it.
- Tomorrow.

Or you got to deal with
the Vice Lord.

You owe the Dog Soldiers money.
Or they'll find you in the Badlands.

It is a fine pony.

- What?
- It is a fine pony.

How many miles to Albuquerque?

- Many.
- Many...

"My heroes have always
killed cowboys."

I see. That's your war shirt?

Man wears that shirt...
does that make him an Indian?

- I am an Indian.
- You're an angry Indian.

I don't trust any Skin
who ain't angry.

Right. The white man
stole all our land.

So for the rest of your life you'll
blame all your troubles on Custer...

and not even try to make a life.

- What are you doing?
- I forgot something.

What did you forget?

- How far it is till Albuquerque.
- We made a trade for a1966 pony.

You can keep your 1966 pony,
Grandpa.

I really don't need this
right now, okay?

I've got problems, man.

Ah, you're pitiful.
The Spirits told Eagle Boy...

I don't need stories, Grandpa.

Eagle Boy could do nothing but
hang on for his young life.

See?

I am a strong-hearted warrior...

worthy of a vision.

Two more nights. Stay strong.

You will receive your vision.
You will return to camp...

with wisdom and power.

Help me!

Help me!

How do you Like that, Spirits?

Do you see how powerful I am?
Now, give me a vision!

So, what happened?

- What?
- To Eagle Boy... what happened?

The Thunderbird made a great storm.
Lightning came out of his eyes.

Eagle Boy tried will all his might to
meet the trials of his hambleceya.

Could he, or could he not?

You're the storyteller, man.

I will tell you tomorrow.
If I'm still in this world.

- You can't leave me hanging!
- I'm the storyteller, man.

I can do what I want.
New Mexico is that way, isn't it?

You will learn what happened to
Eagle Boy when we get there.

And I tell it as it was told to me.

Let's ride!

- Who the hell's chasing us?
- Just some guys, Grandpa.

They must be after Three Moons,
my war horse.

No, they're after my ass.

They're better off with my horse.

Turn here.

- That's not a turn!
- Turn!

You found yourself
in some trouble.

Maybe.

Tell an old man
he's been XXXXXX.

- Uh, it's not.
- Nothing?

Some stuff with the girl.

It's like that, you know.

Ah, a girl...

...and trouble.

They often go together well,
sometimes perfectly.

I owe the guy some money.

I once had pawned a boom box,
music box, get the cash.

And then I've seen this ring,
Mae Little Wounded XXXX.

XXXXX about the money, he thought
the boom box wasn't mine.

You got yourself in a big mess.

Couldn't think about that girl
without fallin' almost sick...

...without doin' crazy things.

I think we lost 'em.

So in love with that young girl,
he thought he would die.

But her father would bait him
in his daughter's camp.

Blue Bird Woman,
she was so beautiful.

Thank you.

See... in the old days...

...it was not so easy
to win a girl.

Hey, Blue Bird Woman.
Here he comes again.

High Horse from
Spotted Tail's band.

There were many trials
a man had to go through.

It was not two days ago,
High Horse...

that you came to my camp
with a fine pony.

Now you come with two.

I am going to die. And I wish for you
to have these excellent ponies.

Why are you going to die?

I have heard of no war
with the Crow.

I am going to die. If I cannot have
your daughter, Blue Bird Woman.

I am going to walk into a Crow
enemy camp and throw away my life.

- Do you own a death song?
- I do.

A strong one.

Good.

Go sing it. And don't come back.

It is me.

High Horse.

My father has not given me away.
Yet you still return, again and again.

Tonight. You will find me
and my pony by the river.

We will run far away.
High Horse and Blue Bird Woman.

Like two fingers crossed.

A fine woman does not
run away with a man.

What must I do? I brought many horses
but your father sends me away!

Do you not see that I am beginning
to walk upside down like a Heyoka?

I am a Lakota woman.
I want to be won.

Tomorrow I go run the buffalo
with the uncles.

You must watch our daughter as
the hawk watches a mud swallow.

A father fears his youngest
will run away with a young man.

Never. She thinks
too highly of herself.

Like her father.

She thinks so highly of herself,
I believe she might want to be stolen.

Did you not steal a nice woman from
a lodge across the Cheyenne River?

Did she not want to be stolen?

She was getting old an thinner and
there was no one trying to win her.

Tonight, you will
tie her hands to her bed.

Are you drinking white man's water?

I will watch the tipi door until the sun.

You are a foolish old man.

I once had a fine friend named
High Horse.

Our mothers taught us to ride
by tying us to one pony together...

and letting it run.
When High Horse fell, I fell.

We hunted buffalo.
We sang war songs.

Now that friend is gone.

I am here, you fool.

No, your body sits here.

But your spirit chases a girl
up the Cheyenne River.

Like a man chasing a ghost pony,
never to be caught.

Find yourself another woman.

One whose father is not
named Kills Enemy.

When we were boys together as you
say, what was it that I longed to be?

- A kit fox warrior.
- And you?

A holy man. A wise man.

If you were such a man, and
I believe someday you will be...

what wisdom would you give
to your friend High Horse?

- Her father guards the tipi, you say?
- Yes.

- All men in the village are warned.
- It is so.

Only a fool would steal the daughter
of a chief in a camp warned as such.

Or someone who's been kicked
in the head by a buffalo.

Or a wanagi, a dark spirit from
the great beyond.

Red Deer.

You are indeed a wise man.

A spirit comes!

- What is it?
- It is a wanagi.

A dark spirit.
Offer it food.

Run, or I eat all of you!

Perhaps he too has come
for my daughter. Chase him!

What is it?

The village is chasing
away a spirit. That is all.

Catch him and chop him up!

It is the only way to be rid
of such a spirit.

Maybe I am not so wise yet.

A crazy thing I have done.

It was useless. High Horse tried
everything to have that girl.

But now that he was dishonored,
how could he ever go back?

He had no choice.

He would ride now into the Crow
enemy camp and die with honor.

He was not afraid, for he had
already thrown away his life.

Here I am!

- I am your enemy!
- What is this coming?

You must kill me!

I beg of you!

Take me!

You must kill me!

Run!

Do not run, Crow! Take me!

Yes, yes, pony! Bring them home!

Like a vision they came.
Crow ponies, up the river.

War ponies, and buffalo runners,
and those of the medicine paint.

Those that had been stolen
from the Lakota long ago.

Crow horses. Those stolen
from us long ago.

How can this be?

Great wealth and hope had
returned to a people in need.

- High Horse!
- It is I.

Since the Moon When The Deer
Shed Their Horns...

we have tried to steal back our
horses from the Crow.

We have lost men...

but we have never
regained our ponies.

Behold! A young man
named High Horse!

You must know this:
it was not ponies I desired.

Whether it be two or a great herd.

I wanted a son, High Horse.

A son who as a true man...

and a doer of great deeds.

Join roads with her and be happy.

The fire I've lit for your daughter
will never go out.

Damn!

This can't happen!
We have half a tank.

Sometimes the gauge doesn't work.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because sometimes it does.

It's gonna rain.

What, the spirits tell you that?

The bullet I got in my hip
in France tells me that.

Hurts like hell
when it's gonna rain.

You must find some gas.

Take Three Moons, the dun horse.

I was right.

The Trail of Tears.

Come on, Moons.

Let's go!

What's the use, Grandpa?
He's lame, anyhow.

- And guess what? We're screwed.
- Shut up and pray.

Thunder Beings!

They speak to an old man. Listen.

It happened many
summers in the past...

in the village of the
Akwesasne Mohawks.

The great Haudenosaunee.

He was a Thunder Spirit, you see.

And he had watched her
all summer long.

He fell in love with a woman,
down in the corn...

but it could never be.

She Crosses The Water!

Run to the long house!

Run, daughter, now!

Run!

For she was a Haudenosaunee,
a Mohawk, and he...

was a Thunder Being.

Sky Woman spoke from above.

She summoned the Thunder Spirit
back where he belonged.

Sky Woman, I will turn into lightning
and die in the ground below...

before I let her go from me.

Father!

I must touch her.

Father!

Do not be frightened,
Woman-from-down-in-the-corn.

I have watched you for so long.

I could not live another day
without you.

I know the way you walk
to the river in the morning...

and clean your skin.

I watch your long house
until the last fire goes out.

No man has ever loved a woman
as I love you.

But you are not a man.

I am spirit. I am Thunder.
You are human.

We are one.

"He has always been troublesome",
Sky Woman speaks.

"Have you not been hearing
the thunders more than usual?"

Yes.

"Has not the rain fallen greater
than before...

...making the corn grow tall?"
- It is so, Sky Woman.

"Still", speaks Sky Woman.

"If you wish to return to the
Haudenosaunee, go.

Walk that way."

But if you wish to remain here,
in the Land of Sky Woman...

take my hand.

I choose to stay...

with this one who will love me
more than any husband could below.

She was happy there
in the Land of Sky Woman...

living among the Thunder Spirits.

The Wind Creatures were sent down
to gather food for the woman...

so that she could eat
as her own kind.

Perhaps the woman does not
have all she needs.

Today, I can bring you a fine dress,
made from the dust of the sun itself.

My mother can weave for you
a shawl like you have never seen.

- It'll be made from the sun, stars...
- I am content here, husband.

Only I wish that our long house
was not so small.

It is not large enough for a Spirit
and his wife?

It is large enough for a Spirit
and his wife.

But not for the Spirit's child
who is coming.

Never were two beings
in such deep love.

Two worlds had become one.

Sky Woman, you are
the clan mother of all.

But now...

you are going to be
a Grand Mother.

Speak, Sky Woman, please.

A woman from the land below
cannot give birth to a child here...

in the Sky World.

She Crosses The Water must return
to her Mohawk people...

and raise the child among its own.

Thunder Spirit, we must all lose
what we love sometime.

It is the way.

If you truly love this woman...

deliver her back to her people, now.

She Crosses The Water,
you will raise a boy down below.

You will lead a good life.

But if anyone should ever
strike this child...

you will lose him.

Please, remember me.

Will you watch over me and our child?

Always.

Praise the spirit of the rain!

Get to the long houses!

My daughter!

I have come home.

Who took you from us so long ago?

Who did this to you?

I will dig up my war ax from
beneath the tree of peace...

and I'll find this one.

No man touched me, Father.

The child was born in the
Moon of Big Snows.

His name was Thunder Boy.

My grandchild is so full
of mischief.

I believe his father must be
Abenaki or Ojibwa.

I told you, Mother.
He is son of the Thunder Being.

Child, you were stolen
during the storm...

by men from another tribe.

You are too ashamed
to speak the truth.

Look what you've done!

Never touch my child!

If anyone ever strikes him,
he will be taken away!

Spring came to the Mohawk people,
and with it the maple ceremony...

giving thanks for the
rejuvenation of Mother Earth.

Yes, your father says hello!

I love you,
Thunder Boy...

just as I love him.

The boy was smaller
than the Mohawks...

and his habits were different
than the ways of ordinary boys.

Whenever a thunderstorm
would approach...

the boy would run out
and laugh and play.

Mother, I am needed in the squash.

Then I will keep my eyes
on my grandchild.

Do not cry, grandson.

You are a good child...

even if maybe you come
from people we do not know.

Father!

Up there is Sky Woman.

We do not know who your father is.

- Love, father.
- Your father is not the thunder.

Your mother went crazy when struck
by lightning in the storm.

She wandered lost into a camp
of fishing people.

Stop!

No!

No!

Mother!

I warned you!

Thunder Boy was gone forever.

Thunder Boy!

Thunder Boy!

It was known that the child
returned to the Thunders.

- Oh, my daughter!
- Heartbroken...

she would sing to him for the rest
of her life whenever it stormed.

And so did the generations to follow.

You got a bad temper, Thunder Boy.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

Grandpa?

Grandpa?

It's a beautiful day.

We're gonna make it, grandpa.
I'm gonna get you there, ok?

If the spirits wishes so,
it will be.

I'd say it has more to do
with that gas money holdin' up.

It has to do with what kind
of man you are.

- "What kind of man I am"?
- Uhm.

You ask mayor Little Wounded's father?
They tell you I'm a loser.

You ask Victor and his bloods?

- They tell you I'm a chicken, runnin'...
- It has been said that...

...the young people of today
are our warriors of tomorrow.

I look at you and say:
"We're in big trouble."

You know, sometimes
you can be a mean old man.

You don't understand your own power.

I don't have any power.

Do you even know
what power is?

Money. The gun, maybe.

They both make people move.
That's power, ain't it?

Uh, that ain't power.
That's pitiful.

Do you know what
you're doin'?

- Right now?
- Uhm.

Drivin' Miss Daisy.

Who the hell is Miss Daisy?

See? You don't know everything.

It's a damn good thing you'd do,
'cause we're really far from home.

I have begged, I have prayed
and I have starved...

...and they give me nothing.

The spirits don't listen.
They ran me off the mountain.

You must go back up.

I have no more knowledge now
than when I first went up.

No vision for me.

Then go home.

Wisdom, power...
It comes from within.

Within the soul of a man, Shane, ...

...when he realizes his relationship
in the great circle,

...his oneness with the universe
and all its powers,

...when he realizes that of
the circle of the universe...

is a power greater than his self.

This power cannot be worn
like a shirt, ...

...it cannot be carried like a gun.
It's within.

Mosquito.

- You didn't kill it?
- No.

They used to call a bear, grandfather.

He was the first medicine man.

You know what roots today
of a different sickness is it?

Man weren't supposed to hunt him.
One day some hunter's dead.

They were hungry and
went against their believes,...

...killed the bear.

When they tried to cook him
his ashes went up.

They became mosquitos.

That's how it happened.
As it was told to me...

...by fools.

You heard it from blackout,...

You heard it from his
his great grandfather.

How do you know?

I never told you that story.

- No.
- Who did?

My father.

Yeah.

He never said
he'd killed that bear.

He was a good boy...

and like many he wandered off
the Red Road.

He was a drunk.

Do not speak like that
of your own father.

I don't know my father no more.
His choice, not mine.

The Red Road is hard to travel
in these times, grandson.

Hey, brothers! You all headin'
to the old nations?

Yeah.

Cool beans, cool beans.
Me too.

What tribe?

We're Sioux.

Pine Ridge, South Dakota.

Hey, all right.

My great grandmother's grandmother,
well, her aunt - she was one-third Kiowa.

- Ah, Kiowa? Strong nation.
- Yeah.

Hey, could I hitch a ride
with you, brothers?

No!

No room, man.
We're towing a horse.

That's cool, man.
Maybe I'll catch you at the Powwow.

Wannabe...

Maybe he's tryin'
to be connected.

'Cause they stole our land?
Now they want our sweat lodge?

Their fathers stole our land.

Long ago it was said...

the white man would look
on in disbelief...

...as his sons and daughter
began to adopt the Indian way...

...to learn what their fathers
didn't understand.

Yeah, ...
...he's a wannabe.

He wanna be connected.

Get him to the Powwow,
Let him tell his stories.

Get this rig back
and go see Mae's father.

With three hundred horses
stolen from the Crow! Okay.

Wanna be.

- Get this rig back in one piece...
- How come we didn't stop?

We got to make the Powwow,
Grandpa.

When was the last time you seen a
white man stop to pick up an Indian?

Long ago.

It was told among the Kiowas...

that there lived
a brother and sister...

who loved each other
as any brother and sister.

Though they looked different,
and were.

The boy's name was Tehan...

and he had been captured from
the whites many years before.

His sister's name was Talks A Lot,
because, well, she talked a lot.

But he love her, and she loved
Tehan as her own brother.

Broken Lance...

someone told me you were with
the men up on the canyon wall.

Hello, Tehan.
Your head, it is on fire.

- Do not insult my brother!
- Sister, please go.

When will someone learn
that he is one of us?

When will a woman see her brother
has skin like the belly of a frog?

You have stolen our lands and
now you wish to steal our ways?

Go!

Bear Robe took me for his son.

You insult his honor by insulting me.
For this I will fight you.

Your father is a Kiowa.

You are a Tehan, a Texan,
captured from the whites.

I have dreams of your red scalp
hanging in my tipi.

I remember the white man's ways.
I do not wish them for my own.

Your blood is not our blood.

You must leave the Kiowa.

If I see you when
the sun returns tomorrow...

my knife won't stop
where it has today.

Tehan.

That one is only angry because
he let his father's ponies run away.

Many colts lost in the canyon.

He's afraid to chase them because
the white men are everywhere.

Do not hate Broken Lance.

It is hard to trust any white man.

Sister...

I am leaving.

- You must not.
- I will return.

But only with the runaway colts.

To prove that I am a true Kiowa.

If I do not return...

remember me always,
as your brother.

- Easy there, savage.
- Hold it there.

He ain't no savage.
Damn, that's a white in jury.

What's your name, boy?

- Name?
- You remember that word? Name.

My name is Tehan.

I'll be damned.

That's him. That's the red-headed
Kiowa they talk about at Fort Sill.

He's one of us.

- It's alright. Hang up that bow.
- Get him!

Get him up this ridge.

Tehan found himself far from
the Kiowa world he had been raised in.

The offices told him
he was free now...

...rescued from camp XXXXX.

But Tehan knew what freedom was...

...and where he belonged...

...and it was not here.

The Colonel wants to see you.

You know them better
than anyone, Red.

If we push them to the river,
do they cross...

or go up into the brazada?

I cannot remember much
of how it was.

They're going to
surrender to Fort Sill.

Or be pushed north
and off their lands.

I need you, Red.

I saved your life from the savages.

- I need you now.
- They will never go north.

They are not cowards, like some.

I will ride alone to their camp.

- I will convince them to gather...
- Leave this fort and you're dead.

Am I understood?

Come on, son.
Show us your rabbit dance.

I'll give you a cognac.

When the white eyes come...

...we'll stake ourselves
to the soil...

...fight to the death.

They're too many.

We have too many elders
and children.

Then you go north.
I stay...

...and I die,
like Kiowa.

I am warchief.
We go north, now.

Nor do I.

One of us
is a prisoner of Fort Sill.

Can we move our camp
and leave him forever...

...to the white man?

Here's the white man.

Here's home.

I go fight against him...

and win a scalp.

This is his home.

I know my brother.
He's trying to return, but cannot.

Tehan was a good Kiowa.

But all tribes must lose a warrior
for the sake of the people.

He's not just a warrior.

He is my brother.

Will no man raise a war party
to go free one of our own?

Was not Tehan captured
from the whites...

...and raised as our own?

Has he not hunted with you men...

...and smoked with the elders?

Has he not proofed himself loyal
to the Kiowa?

How many times could he have
returned to the white man?

His hearts is with us.

Talks A Lot...

...talks too much.

Because his blood is
not our blood, ...

...we turn our backs on him now.

If now man will fight
for one of our own...

...then I will!

I will not run. And I will not stay
here to be killed like a dog.

Goin' to the white fire.

If I die, I die there!

If I return, I return with Tehan.

This woman speaks
the truth.

In the far corner,
where the moon makes light...

that is where they keep
their powder.

Little Hand!

What...?

- Brother!
- Quick!

You red-headed son of a...

The Kiowa welcomed Tehan home
with honoring songs.

There is no choice now.
We must keep moving.

We will find a good place
in the North.

I stay.

I stay and I fight, so the women
can reach the north.

Then I do also.

Who stays with Broken Lance
and fights for the Kiowa?

Tehan!
You must travel north with us!

No. Broken Lance is right, sister.

Someone must stay
and keep the whites back.

Or they will never stop chasing.

You must go,
have children...

and keep the Kiowa strong!

You will die here, Tehan. You could
have survived as a white man.

But I am a Kiowa.

My sister stood for me.
Now I stand for her.

Then let us make war, brother.

If our blood spills,
it spills together.

And then returns to the same mother.

And so Tehan fought for
the people his heart belonged to.

He truly was a Kiowa...

and he passed into legend as the
Great Red-Headed Warrior.

- I really appreciate it, man.
- No problem.

I can almost smell the fry bread.
We are not far.

I'm really hoping they give me
an Indian name this year.

You're bringing your horse to the
Powwow. How awesome is that!

- What?
- The horse...

is good medicine to the Lakota,
as I understand it.

I bet you talk to your horse. You
understand him, he understands you.

Like brothers!
Brothers of the wind!

Hey, Grandpa. He thinks Gandhi
picked him up hitch-hiking.

I know this guy from Houston, was
adopted at the Powwow last year.

An elder did the ceremony
and everything.

- Maybe I'll get adopted this year.
- 300 bucks, we'll adopt you.

- And give you an Indian name.
- Knock it off.

Sorry, man.

I'm really tired.

They got cable.

- Ain't staying here.
- Why not?

- I'm going to get some coffee.
- No cream in mine. I'm a vegan.

Thanks.

Come on! Come on, come on!

I'm gonna use your outhouse.
I'll hook you up when I get back.

Hey, come on.

Thanks.

- Grandpa...
- They got a swimming pool and cable!

- Get in.
- What...

Get in.

- Here, take it.
- Thank you.

Come on, Grandpa!

Eagle Boy had now gone
three days and three nights...

with no food or water.

But he had yet to receive his vision.

Hunger, he had known before,
and could withstand it.

His robe shielded him from the cold.
But it was thirst...

that tested the strength of his mind,
his body and his spirit.

The only vision coming to him
was the vision of running water.

Water! Water!

Creator: thank you for making
such beautiful water.

Water that I must not drink
for another day and night.

I'm seeing a great vision!

I am Hehaka, the Elk.

The one women cannot resist
when I sing.

You can drink from this water.
So say the spirits.

No, wait!

Uncegila lives there. The snake.

She keeps the water for herself.
If you slay her and take her heart...

- I may drink the water?
- You may have anything you want.

All I want is to make it one more
day and night on this mountain...

and to return with a vision that
gives me strong medicine.

Go toward the sun, Two-Legged...

and you will find the cave
of a beautiful woman.

Only she has the arrows
that can kill Uncegila.

Unceglla was real.

And Hehaka, the Elk,
spoke the truth.

If a man could slay her
and take her heart...

he could have all he dreamed of
in his life.

I am up here doing my hambleceya.

Seeking a vision, are you?

They all come up here for that.
Beggars!

The Elk...

The Elk tells me
if I slay Uncegila...

if I slay the water monster,
take her heart...

I return with strong medicine and
have wisdom and power.

Uncegila.

She can only be killed
with the wakan arrows.

I am the keeper of those arrows.

- Have pity on me, Old Woman.
- What will you give me...

vision seeker...

for my arrows...

that never...

ever miss?

Remove your fine buffalo robe.

Yes... you can have my robe.

It is not the robe that I desire.

It has been many snows
since I've been held by a man...

so young and strong. Please.

- Maybe I don't need the water.
- But you need a vision!

I smell Hehaka, the Elk, on you.

Give me pleasure!

Old Woman, please!
All I want is...

Don't even think about it!

You did a thing for me.

You have freed me from my old shell.
But you wouldn't give me pleasure...

when I was old and ugly, so you
will not now that I am young and...

Beautiful.

Your mistake.

The only way to kill Uncegila
is to shoot...

one of the four arrows through
the seventh spot from her head.

- Seventh spot from her head.
- Behind the 7th spot lies her heart.

Take it, but beware.
It is like ice and fire, all at once.

Her heart will speak.

It will ask you to do four things.

You must refuse four times.

After that, do as the heart asks.
Is it understood?

And let no eyes but your own
ever look upon the heart...

or it shall be destroyed.
And with it...

the powers given
to He Who Kills Uncegila.

Many before Eagle Boy
had tried to hunt Unceglla.

They were all blind now, or dead.

But Eagle Boy had
the four wakan arrows.

And so he waited.

I do not fear you.
Come and get me, Uncegila!

Rise from the water!
Let me see you, Evil One!

Five, six...

Come back, Uncegila! Do you not
see a brave man standing here?

Come back here, Uncegila!

I don't want to say anything,
but that is a bummer of a closure.

That ain't the end. Tell him,
Grandpa. Tell him what happens.

Does it matter?

Does it matter if the stories
are no longer told?

If there is no one
to keep the dream?

What did you guys think
of Dancing With Wolves?

- What's up with that, man?
- Hang on!

- Rednecks after us?
- Indians.

- Indians? We are Indians, aren't we?
- Don't lose my horse!

Dude, this is so not like what
I had in mind. Will you let me out?

Pull over, Shane!

Victor wants him dead!
Shoot that fool!

Shoot the trailer tires!

- Where are they?
- In the Rio Grande.

Like a stone sinking down into
the dark water he traveled.

While forever is now
and yesterday is today.

Where we are noone but
the story of ourselves.